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chapter 8

Sophia
Mattia stumbled into the room, reeking of alcohol, his eyes locking onto mine like he was on a mission. He was swaying, barely keeping his balance, but determined. He got right in my face, his breath hot and sharp, making me pull back instinctively.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"
His voice was low and gravelly, as his fingers brushed my cheek and then slid down to my lips, lingering.

I snapped away from his touch, my heart racing, trying to stay calm.
"I'm staying here for a days," I said, taking a step back. But he kept moving in, like he didn't care about boundaries.

"in here" he slurred, waving his hand towards his room, like it was a fucking invite I'd jump on.

I stared at him like he'd lost his damn mind. "Are you insane? You think I'm gonna stay in your room? You've completely lost your mind" I said

His smile was lazy, like he couldn't careless. He leaned in even closer, his breath brushing against my skin.
He wrapped his hand around my neck, his fingers warm and rough against my skin. Slowly, he traced a line down to my collarbone, each movement feeling electric. A shiver ran through me as he leaned in closer,and said

"Why'd you fuck him over? Like, I could've totally handled your message and been your friend or something more. If you hadn't done that, I wouldn't have heard all the bullshit about you," he murmured, his voice low and heavy with all the feels.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I snapped, confused and pissed off, but before I could process it, he grabbed a vase off the table and hurled it across the room. The sound of glass shattering echoed in my ears.

"Goddammit, Sophia! I'm so over your bullshit! Acting like you don't give a damn about anything. Do you even realize who you fucked over? Or are you just that fucking clueless? Do you think this isn't even cheating at all?" she shouted

My head was spinning. Who did he think I betrayed? "Mattia, seriously, calm down-" i said

But just then, I stepped on the broken glass. Pain shot through my foot, and I looked down, seeing blood pooling around the shards.

His whole vibe shifted instantly. The anger in his eyes disappeared, replaced by full-on panic. He rushed over, dropping to his knees like he had to fix it, like he was scared I was really hurt. "Shit, Sophia. I'm so sorry. What the hell did I just do?" he said with a cute voice

He reached for my foot, his hands trembling, but I jerked it back. "Get the fuck away from me!" I yelled, my voice shaking with rage and fear. He looked terrified, like he didn't know what to do, but I couldn't even think straight.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry," he whispered, but his hands touch my face again, pulling me toward him

Started to push my hair away from my face, his fingers brushing my skin,and then my lips.

Then, out of nowhere, his lips crashed against mine-electric, sparking a fire inside me. The kiss started off slow, almost teasing, as he explored my mouth with this wild energy that had my heart racing.

His grip tightened around my neck, pulling me closer, like he wanted to devour me whole. I felt his tongue slide against my lips, coaxing me to open up.

I pushed him away, reminding myself that this was all just the alcohol talking. But the moment I did, he shot back with, "Goddammit! Didn't you like the kiss? Do you think I'm actually bad at it?"

I rolled my eyes, seriously? I feel like he is insane, absolutely I love it

"Chill, Mattia, you are so dramatic "
I shot back, trying to keep it cool. But inside, my heart was doing this weird flip-flop thing, and I hated that I cared at all.

"Seriously?" he said, leaning in closer, that cocky smirk on his face. "I'm not fuckin bad at kiss right?" He said

He slid his hand around my neck, his fingers warm and rough against my skin. Slowly, he trailed his fingers down to my collarbone, teasing me with every movement. A shiver shot down my spine as he got closer.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you think I'm one of those son of a bicth you hook up with?"I said

He ran a hand through his hair, that stupid smirk still there. "No, of course not. I know you're different. You're... more. More fucking irresistible." he said and look at my lips.

He stepped closer again, his eyes never leaving mine. "So... can we finish that kiss?" he said and still look at to my fuckin lips.

I glared at him, trying to keep my cool. " No.and clean up the damn glass while you're at it" i said

I turned my back on him, trying to gather my thoughts, but then I remembered what he said earlier. Betrayal. Who the hell did he think I betrayed? I've never dated anyone to even have a betrayal on my conscience.

I whipped back around. "Who the fuck do you think I betrayed, Mattia?" i said

He ignored me, peeling off his shirt like it was nothing. I stared for a second, then spun around to face the wall. "Seriously?" I said

He laughed, low and rough. "Why don't you look? Maybe it'll help you sleep better tonight if you do." he said

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I muttered, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. But then I felt it-a soft, warm pressure on my neck.

My breath hitched, and a shiver ran through my entire body. His lips were on my neck, sending waves of confusion and shock through me. I turned fast, pushing him away. "What the hell are you doing?" i said

I grabbed his arm, pulling him over to the bed and forcing him to sit down. "Mattia, you're drunk. You should to sleep this off. I'll forget about the kiss, like it never happened." i said

He looked up at me, lazy and unbothered. "I don't care if you forget it, but I won't." he said

And just like that, he stretched out on the bed, eyes fluttering shut, his body finally giving in to the alcohol, leaving me standing there, completely shaken.